After I Transmigrated, I Was Mediocre at Both Letters and Arms

My name is Xia Wenwu. My miserable dad gave me that name, hoping I’d excel at both letters and martial arts. But I’m no scholar, and I’m no fighter either. I’d just transmigrated into the family of the richest man in the land, and before I could start enjoying life as a rich second-generation heir, my family was forced to donate nine-tenths of its wealth to the imperial court... Other transmigrators invent things or have a System. I have nothing but my brains. With my highly skilled wife and my goofy buddy Chang Yu, I dodge assassins, expose one conspiracy after another, and survive countless close calls. Luckily, I have these brothers by my side. The only thing I can invent in this era is teaching them to sing: “Little swallow, wearing a flowered coat...” Maybe I can’t carry a tune, but so what? I’m no good at either letters or martial arts, after all.